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This story fills another square on my card for the [community profile] cottoncandy_bingo fest. It's the first crossover that I've done for the card. Begin with Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.

Fandom: BBC Sherlock and Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Prompt: Getting away from it all
Medium: Fiction
Summary: Morgan sneaks away from the rest of Schrodinger's Heroes. Sherlock sneaks away from John. Their paths cross in the same bar -- and they discover that they're both there to drown very similar memories of the same person.
Content Notes: Spoilers for BBC Sherlock Season 2. Flangst. Questionable use of alcohol to deal with personal problems. Sloppy, funny drunks. Oblique references to violence, manipulation, and other mayhem. Happy ending.


"THE Woman" Part 4

John used the convenient mirror behind the bar to monitor the doors without getting a cramp in his neck. He saw several people enter together and wondered if one of them might be the Ash he was waiting for.

"Chris!" the bartender yelled. "Come get your freak friends out of my bar."

"Wot? Boddah you?" Morgan snapped at him.

John stiffened, and would have punched the bartender in the face, but for having both arms full of Sherlock and Morgan. A big warm hand closed reassuringly over his shoulder. Not Ash, but probably someone with her.

"Now, Bo, that ain't very friendly," drawled the large blond man. "Be a shame if your bad manners turned out to be catching. I might forget to leave a tip." The hand not on John's shoulder reached to the bar, cupped over a roll of bills.

The bartender scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, Chris," he said. "I just don't think they'd be too comfortable here. You should take 'em home to sleep it off."

Chris chuckled. "Oh, they look mighty comfortable to me," he said, looking at Morgan draped over John and the bar. Still, Chris lifted his hand and let Bo sweep the money away. "Come on, Morgan, let's get you out of here. You look like you've drunk enough to drown a fish." Chris bent down to drape Morgan's arm over his shoulder and then carefully stood up.

"He's not in any danger, I think," John murmured to Chris as he helped hoist Morgan into an upright position. "Just drowsy. Get some water into him if you can."

Chris swept an appraising gaze over John, who stirred in his place. There was something a little more alert to this man than the cowboy boots and hat would suggest. John had got suspicious of people who could see   that well. Then there was the "Elemental BeEr" t-shirt over the faded jeans, far too sophisticated for the kind of bloke who casually bribed a bartender not to make a scene. It didn't add up, and that made John nervous.

But Chris just let him go with a pat on the shoulder and said, "We 'preciate the help, doc." Then Chris turned his attention to Morgan.

A muscled black man came over to support the other side of Morgan. "Hi, I'm Pat, and this is Chris," he said to John. "Thanks for taking care of Morgan until we got here."

"John Watson, and I'm glad I could help," John said sincerely. There was just something cozy about Pat, something that made John think of kitchens and gingerbread and the fireplace back in his old flat on Baker Street. Pat wore a t-shirt the same milk chocolate color as his skin, which in fact had a chocolate molecule printed on the front in shiny gold foil. He showed no strain at all as he and Chris more-or-less carried Morgan out of the bar.

The woman with them looked sturdy and competent, with deep copper skin and straight black hair in a long braid. Her t-shirt read "There's no place like 127.0.0.1." John was sensing a theme here.

"Nice to meet you in person, John. I'm Ash," she said. "Need a hand with your friend there?"

John opened his mouth to say "colleague" as usual, and what fell out was, "Yes, please, if it's no bother."

"None at all," she said easily, moving around to take hold of Sherlock.

Unfamiliar hands woke him right up. Sherlock raked his silver gaze over the stranger and then, to John's amazement, smiled at her. "Sho you're Ash," Sherlock mumbled sunnily. "I wanna fuck your head."

"Just ignore him, he says bloody daft things when he's drunk," John said to Ash. "Sherlock doesn't really want to fuck anyone."

Ash gave him a serene smile. "I understand. It'll be nice to play with another ace in the deck."

-----

References

Morgan uses Hawaiian slang ...

Wot? Boddah you? -- What? Does this bother you? ... or more colloquially, You wanna make something of it?


[To be concluded in Part 5 ...]

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Date: 2012-09-15 10:11 am (UTC)
jeshyr: Blessed are the broken. Harry Potter. (Default)
From: [personal profile] jeshyr
*at this point, you can just imagine the squeals of delight floating over from Australia*

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Date: 2014-03-06 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] labelleizzy.livejournal.com
Another ace in the deck lol...

I think it is your doing that I even understand that aces ARE.

ROFLMAO

Date: 2017-03-09 03:20 am (UTC)
callibr8: icon courtesy of Wyld_Dandelyon (Default)
From: [personal profile] callibr8
Found this when backtracing from today's Waxahachie Tea Party link. Now at Part 4 and the shrieks of laughter are getting louder and more frequent. Fortunately, there's nobody around to be startled but my partner, and I've already sent him the link to Part 1. This is too good not to share, and really, while knowing something about Schrodinger's enriches the reading of it, it works *just fine* without that background knowledge. Just FYI.

PS: the local value of "today" when I wrote this was 8-Mar-2017.

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